A blue note...what about a yellow note?
To my mother, saying,
good-bye...
I love you but do not think I’ll be back your way,
soon.
So good-bye my yellow mother,
of shining love and tenderness
but blindness blue as steel.
I have learned,
through my feet that those who lead
know not how to follow,
and hollow it has left me,
pondering, peddling my way.
To my mother,
who gave me once this pen,
who gave me once this hand with which I write
this note, saying,
good-bye.
I love you yellow mother, do not be blue.

A blue note...what about a yellow note?
To my mother, saying,
good-bye...
As you once did to me,
without the dignity of a note.
Or maybe you knew you wouldn’t go through with it?
Or maybe you knew you would?
Do not be blue my yellow mother.

And to my father,
to whom I wish I had said,
good-bye...
long ago.
Today I write you a black note,
with a poison pen, read it a red
and fade away.

And to my father,
the black and white man,
who doesn’t deserve to know.
To the one who methodically painted
my heart a crusty brown.
And built a fortress around
my insecurities. Truth; a liability.
To the gardener of my soulless being,
I write you a note, splashed with
green and amber in hopes
of blinding rays,
and days of red,
make you fade away.